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Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” Dunno why they judge her, man. Society’s fucked—pushin her out, then sneerin. Me, I’d rather slug a pint with Ruby than them posh twats. Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but fuck it—she’s more real than most! Always wonderin, tho—what’s her *Brooklyn* dream? Get outta this muck? Reckon she’d say, “I’ve learned to pretend,” like Eilis, hidin the pain.

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There’s so many hidden gems here. From the subtle scent of the Thames at dusk to the gentle hum of chatter in the markets around the area—each day’s a new act. Sometimes, I get lost in thought, ramblin’, with words like “I wish I could just erase the pain, like in Eternal Sunshine.” But then I laugh, thinking, “No, life’s a twisted film, and we’re all cast.”

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